day 82 – four demonstrations of same, but different.

Collections strike me as emblems of repetition. I like repetition. I like that repetition always describes both loss and gain; the failure to repeat with absolute fidelity. That approaches me as a very tender way to describe being human, and emancipates failure from the bridle of futility.

I also like that these were abandoned in my studio by one of my most favourite humans, someone I love without conditions. Without posture. No matter how Roland Barthes parses the Lover’s Discourse. Happy Valentine’s Day, Shanker.